Missing My Girlfriend

Casi walks in wanting her lower back and shoulders rubbed loose. The second Jennifer sees her, her breath stops. Same dark hair, same soft mouth, same sway in her hips—it's Kailey staring back at her. Jennifer tries to keep it professional, but heat crawls between her legs as she works the oil over Casi's bare skin. One practiced move, and her panties drop to the floor. Her tits feel tight, nipples hard under the tank. She asks Casi to flip. When the girl turns, Jennifer climbs on, straddling her stomach, and lowers her slick bare pussy onto the oil-slick torso. 'Can I taste you?' she whispers, then palms Casi's tits, thumbs circling the stiff nipples. Casi bites her lip, playing at surprised, but her thighs are already opening. Jennifer drags a wet tongue from her throat down between her breasts, over her belly, and murmurs the name she can't stop thinking: 'Kailey.' Casi doesn't correct her. She wants the mouth, wants the rush, doesn't care whose name it rides on. They flip into a 69, both tongues working in messy, desperate circles. Jennifer's juices run down Casi's chin. She shakes, screaming into Casi's cunt, then spreads the girl's legs wide, fingers hammering her clit while her tongue fucks her open. Casi comes hard, gasping, grinding, done for.